Wizard From Afar

The darkness dissipated, and the female elf Liya, who was invisible and inaudible, gradually recovered her senses.

What the hell is this...?

Is the battle between those two guys over...No, this is not the point, the point is who won?

That big liar... is he still alive?

Some panicked female elves stood in place, some not knowing what to do. Before they looked up, they heard the surrounding elves stare wide-eyed, and cried out in surprise one after another.

"What happened?!" The nervous female elf didn't dare to look up, turning back to ask Luca next to her.

"You..." The middle-aged elf's eyes widened, and the motionless face fully explained what is meant by "complex expression": "You still...look for yourself."

Following the shocked eyes of her surroundings, Liya, who hesitated over and over again, mustered up her courage and looked up.

Big liar, don't you...eh? !

The female elf was dumbfounded.

She saw the motionless Azorean elves lying in the middle of the sand, riddled with scars all over his body, broken and broken; lying in a pool of blood, the position of his neck seemed to be seriously injured and still She kept twitching;

She saw Midel’s broken arm being thrown aside, and the spilt blood was connected to the corpse;

She saw the weird Azores The long knife was steadily inserted in the soil beside the corpse. The blade was still bright as a mirror, without any blood or damage;

She saw the frowning black hair wizard standing next to the corpse, holding it in her hand. Long spear "Dragon Tooth" is still dripping blood, and the tip of the gun has been completely stained red with blood;

Although it is a bit unexpected, there is nothing at worst.

The only problem is...

"Unscathed..." Luca's eyes flashed with incredible rays of light: "Loren Torino, he was...unharmed. "

Luka is not completely ignorant of the strength of this "Azore"; rather, it is because of the opponent's unique and outstanding sword technique that he can be so fast. One of the reasons why he has conquered so many war dancers.

But this kind of Middle, who almost defeated Loren's Middle several times...At this moment, he is lying quietly in a pool of blood, and the black hair wizard who killed him, except for a little exhaustion, I can't see even the slightest scars all over his body.

How is this possible? !

If Luca is just unbelievable, besides shock, the elves around are more of a kind of inner pride, the pain of being fragmented in the face of reality.

A sword technique is outstanding, enough to be a hundred blood relatives in a one-on-one duel, tragically killed in the hands of an imperial human, and did not leave even the slightest trace on that human... …

The sense of loss of falling proudly on the ground is the reason for the loss of voice.

The exhausted black hair wizard stood in place, with a slightly frowning expression, as if a little confused, but also a little lost, staring intently at the corpse of the Azores in the pool of blood, without raising his head for a long time.

Looking at his somewhat frail appearance, a trace of pity slipped from the female elf's heart...Anyway, this big liar is for peace between the ancient wood forest and the empire, even if the means are too rough and dirty Dirty is only forced by nothing...

The steps just taken stopped--because she saw that the little wizard on the opposite side had already rushed forward, holding the big one anxiously. The hand of the liar; behind, there are entourages of the mission.

For a moment of silence, the female elf quietly turned around and quietly left behind Luca.

"Loren, what are you looking at?"

"...It's nothing."

Black sighed secretly looking at the back of the female elf turning away. The hair wizard shook his head and retracted his gaze: "Uh...Where did you just say it?"

"The sentence left by the Azores before dying, beware of the sword that kills you." Before Ayin showed an angry expression, Lu Sien on the side added a suspicious-looking frowned: "The deliberately mystifying guy probably just wants to intimidate you before he died, right?"

Looking at the gray-eyed teenager's disdainful and disgusting expression, Loren slightly eyebrows raised.

No, that's definitely not just talking about it.

Middle’s dying eyes, and his expression, didn’t seem to be deceiving himself-he could say a few words of truth and false information to confuse himself, but in the end he chose Keeping the secret, I only gave myself such a warning.

Beware of... the sword that killed me?

"Whether it is intimidation or real events, Middle's existence is dangerous enough." Silently stepped forward, Peter Fasar's expression was unprecedentedly solemn: "An Azores The elves actually know the existence of the night watch, and can also obtain information about the Duke Level 1, which proves that there are their supporters in the Ming Emperor country."

"Even in the dark, they may be ambushing them. The'Night Watcher' and the assassin-if they can't be dug up as soon as possible, the damage that these powerful elves warriors can cause is definitely far more than the single-handed Evil God apostles and heretical cults!"

Speaking of this, Peter is still sighed with regret; if Loren did not kill him but captures him alive, he might be able to dig out more valuable information from the Azorean spirit instead of just destroying an exposed enemy. .

But Peter, who saw the intensity of the battle just now, knew that the difficulty of catching alive was absolutely beyond imagination, so he just thought about it and didn't say anything.

"I will send this information to Lord Lut Infinite and the Imperial Palace of the Sky as soon as possible, hoping to attract attention." Peter Fasar said with a worried expression: "And Luo Duke Fried of Tyre must also make him more cautious. The intelligence robbed proves that the Eagle Fortress has probably been infiltrated."

The voice fell, and the expressions of several people became serious. .

"These all are things in the future, we have to put our gaze under our eyes first." Harinvan Ashamai spoke softly, breaking the heavy atmosphere: "Middle died, the ancient wood forest There is no second way; in this way, the western front of the empire can be completely stabilized."

"No matter what calculations the Azores Kingdom has made, this time will be completely defeated." Shamai lifts the head and looked towards Loren with a smile: "Master Duke, this mission is of great significance to your status.

Make good use of it, not only to maintain the peace of the empire, but also to worship En's status in the empire has changed from an uncontrolled and tyrannical Zhou State to the hometown of Knight to save the empire!

Although it does not reach the height of the era of the'Black Duke', it can at least resolve other Zhou States. , And the hostility of the imperial aristocracy to you, can also prevent Holy Cross Church from catching you; they have nothing to say, and they lose the opportunity to do it with you."

Black who has been silent for a long time hair wizard lifts the head and stares at the old man.

Peter Fasa seemed to want to say something, but his "special position" in the mission became embarrassing, and in the end he just stopped talking.

"Ashamai Master is right-whatever else, the focus is now the most important thing." Loren nodded, as if he was persuading himself: "No matter what Middleell said Whether it is a threat or not is not what we should care about now."

"What we should care about now is the choice of the ancient wood elves."

The voice fell, Loren looked up and looked up. Towards the other end of the sand, in the direction of Elder of Wuyue Court.

Elder, the elf holding the "judge long spear" in his hand, is also looking at him, with a trace of sorrow in his eyes-it is by no means the sadness for Midel's death, but for the ancient The fate of wood forest elves.

At this moment, they have completely lost the right to speak of their choice; the messenger of Xiong Yingwang in Azores has died, and the elves living in the ancient wood forest have completely lost their blood relatives and unity with distant blood. Hope.

And this result has to be said by themselves, it seems that everything is in the misty moon court, in the control of the ancient wood forest, it seems that the empire respects the "own choice" of the ancient wood forest. of.

As we all saw, Loren didn't take the initiative to ask, and let Elder of Wuyueting take the initiative to announce that it was already the greatest possible way for them to retain the last trace of dignity.

Under the cloud canopy tree, no elf took the initiative to speak first.

Looking at the silent expressions around, Elder sighed in Wuyue Court, pulling out the "trial lance" from the sand with difficulty, slowly speaking:

" The ancient wood forest has made her choice;"

"The brilliance of the sun has pointed the way for us."

Elder leaned on long spear, step by step some Staggering towards the black hair wizard, the low and hoarse voice can be heard clearly and unmistakably in the ears of every elf:

"This fair and just battle of honor...the result has been divided."

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"The victor is the messenger on behalf of the Sackland Empire, Lord Byrne...Your Excellency Loren Torino!"

"Don't cry for the dead, because this duel will be glorious and comforting ; Don’t cheer for the winner, because there is another brave and noble warrior who will always sleep under the cloud crown tree."

Stopping, Elder stopped in front of the black hair wizard, a pair of sorrows And his deep gaze met his four eyes: "And the ancient wood forest will honor her promise and extend the hand of friendship and peace to the glorious victor."

"Then, my respect. Your Excellency Loren Torino...will the empire follow her promise and create eternal peace with the elves of the ancient wood forest with a heart of friendship?"

"The empire will abide by her promise, from Today until the final day." Loren also solemnly looked at Elder, then lifts the head, and his eyes swept around:

"And I also pledge my life and honor, as long as Byrne Ten The three collars have not fallen yet, as long as the Golden Lion flag of Torino’s family is still flying; the imperial army will never cross the deep forest for half a step!"

"Someday, if the elves of the ancient wood forest decide To regain the land invaded by ogre in the south, the empire will do everything in its power to support it; whatever your choice is, you will be respected by the empire!"

"This is my promise, this is The promise of the empire--!"

The voice fell, and the atmosphere was slightly lifted.

Elder of Wuyueting was tired and laughed, and handed the "trial long spear" to Loren's hand, then turned and left.

Around the sand, many Elder Elders are relaxed. It seems to be fortunate that Loren did not take the opportunity to offer more conditions.

Except for the Morning Star Forest, the elves of the remaining settlements did not feel any excitement because of Loren's "manifesto"; either they lamented for the future of the settlement, or regretted the dead Middle.

Several young foggy court war dancers stepped forward, cautiously packed Middle’s body, and occasionally glanced at the black hair wizard angrily, and then quickly turned their heads. Twisted back.

The elves with different expressions and complex moods turned and left, and scattered towards the settlements of their respective settlements.

This is not what Loren expected.

He did not expect to pass a duel and a few words to completely reverse the attitude of the entire ancient wood forest elves-otherwise, after a few years of planning by Midel, he would venture to win the Ogre War. , Isn't it all a joke.

"This... is over, isn't it?" Looking at the elves around who turned and left, Ai Yin couldn't help but ask: "Everything is over. We have guarded the peace of the empire. That's right?"

"Yes, it's over." lifts the head, the black hair wizard barely laughed: "In a short time, no one will disturb the peace of this forest—so For the elves of the ancient wood forest, it is indeed over."

For the empire, this has just begun.

Beware of the sword that will kill you...

Middle's dying words resurfaced in Loren's mind again, like some kind of curse.

"And the empire, or at least you, has somehow spied on the secrets of the Azores warrior." Azores smiled and opened the mouth and said:

" When the enemy tears off their mysterious veil, the unknown fear will cease to exist-and we can find a targeted way to restrain these Azorean warriors."

"For example, Their various "powers" must be demonstrated through the sword technique. We can use this to create a situation that prevents them from using the sword technique; I just thought of more than one alchemy potion that can perform special ......"

"Master Azama, there is something I don't know when to ask." Loren interrupted him abruptly.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Ashmaid looked kind and dignified: "Your Excellency, but it's okay to say."

"That's right, may I ask if you are married... Uh, no, do you have children and heirs?"

"This...overwhelming majority wizard who pursues dreams is very bumpy on the road of love; unfortunately, I am also on this bumpy road. A member of the above-although there have been many opposite sexes who love each other, they have never had such a happy destiny."

"Really, then I might want to congratulate you."

"Well, how do you say this?"

"When we first met before, Midel told me that the Eagle and Howl Island you visited had changed from a deserted border island to an alchemy Holy Land of art." Loren looked at him "seriously": "The wizard wizards there trace their roots. They are all juniors of your former apprentices-I mean female apprentices."

"Do you mean..."

"You may not only be a father, but also a grandfather." Loren blinked "sincerely" and smiled slightly, "The only pity is that , Your former female apprentices have probably been taken over by other elves, and they won’t recognize you as the'Ashamai grandfather'."

"..." Haringfan. Ashmai.